[ GLaDOS realizes about halfway that this is the way to go to her room. She doesn't make a solid conclusion, however, until he seems to walk straight to her door. She watched from the corner of the hall, peeking curiously. What was that moron up to? At least one of her suspicions was definitely cleared. He had just written another note. She could compare the handwriting when she went in--
What was that device? GLaDOS watched Wheatley attach it, wanting, itching to get a closer look. It probably wasn't lethal, or maybe was faulty, considering the moron likely couldn't build anything if his life depended on it.
She would hide again behind the wall, supposing that his business was done here; but then again, even if she did call him out, it would be a good thing. Wouldn't it be the logical thing to do?
Yet she waits regardless, sighing quietly and hoping he would go the opposite way. ]
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What was that device? GLaDOS watched Wheatley attach it, wanting, itching to get a closer look. It probably wasn't lethal, or maybe was faulty, considering the moron likely couldn't build anything if his life depended on it.
She would hide again behind the wall, supposing that his business was done here; but then again, even if she did call him out, it would be a good thing. Wouldn't it be the logical thing to do?
Yet she waits regardless, sighing quietly and hoping he would go the opposite way. ]